Category Archives: Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence

There it stands Arched and alone Atop the TOR Though wind May moan Rain May lash And snow May fall And sunlit realms Whose earnest call Might magically create an image Sensationally  that’s all

A golden perspective Sunlight it be A glorious picture For all now to see Glastonbury’s aura A magical Spring The Tor and the levels Such beauty doth bring

Like the rainbow There’s a pot of gold The light ray from St Michael’s Tower Is something to behold Follow the ecliptic from then to now A true embrace of the magical Idyllic gems so logical Who knows what lies … Continue reading →

A kaleidoscopic vista a sentinel the tower Atop the Tor it’s contrast Apparently it’s how Local eyes are drawn to it For hundreds and hundreds of years Forming a wondrous spectacle and collectively people’s tears

The arched sentinel Looms large in Somerset’s vista The sky above the levels seemingly Festooned with mist and magic In a calibrated orange symphony

A golden fireball solitary Beams upon Dear Glastonbury A frosty beginning maybe so But the magical of course we know Down to the levels a soulful time Up the paths where the pilgrims climb Michele’s eye and camera sees So … Continue reading →

A solitary absorbs the sun A bird or two a fluttering St Michaels Tower A shadowy bower Perhaps a magical muttering Of sky and Wintry wonder The watery realms below us Are Echoing like thunder

Despite the torrentials And deepening levels the abbey stands strong on its footprint today somerset soulful the legends of masters aware of the magic and quietly the fey   joseph Arimathea King Arthur  the bold one a spirited gentleman and … Continue reading →

They talk about sights for sore eyes and they Stare into the morning, on any day This golden desiring this all firing play On magical comings and goings A way to fairyland clearly on top of the Tor Into the … Continue reading →

It sits atop the historic Tor With eyes that have glimpsed so much From the Roman hordes With their splendid swords To the pagan rituals, touch The heart of would be travellers From the tin mines long ago With one’s … Continue reading →

A tumultuous sky We were wondering why St Michael’s Tower Facing wrath The wildness of wind Seemingly underpinned By Histories long standing path to the heavens

Dancing light through a wooden gate Looking upwards 2the Tor A plum & Damson colouration So hard 2ignore Imagine where 1 cannot see In the deep caves of the Fey Where manifestations& revelations Are thoughtfully at play Where magical springs … Continue reading →

An Arthurian wistful watercolour An emanation of softness still The Tor it’s glowing terraces It’s red and white springs Assuredly spill From Crystal grottos The Fey laboriously Work their magic At their will

Avalon uplifted by the wondrous sky above Purple pink and myriad washes The place that we all love Glastonbury’s magic With our own eyes we see A sunrise like no other In all of History

It’s Valentines day Love and Amour The great emanation At the green Tor St Michael’s Tower A glorious sky A great restoration affirming on high A meaningful longing A wish to aspire A favour to savour much to admire.

The path to the top. Of the Tor was aglow A wonderful sky scape To those down below St Michael’s Tower Held its passionate plea To observers the world over It’s constancy

A picture of solace St Michael’s Tower Heads up the great Tor Hour after hour Seen from all over The levels away A resolute aura Day after day Those of us entering Glastonbury we Are cheered by its stature Remarkably … Continue reading →

Spacial clouds Wintery shrouds An enormous sky With star numbers high The wonderful tower A picturesque shower Of planets and stars The Tor stands to show It is THE place to go.

So perfectly beautiful Historically too A perfect hill a wondrous tower A beacon that is true To every single sighting A landscape by desire Wondrous wintry colours Of which I never tire

A beacon in its shadow representing soul It lifts the heart of all who see it It clearly plays a role For all the eyes of glastonbury The levels and beyond A natural hill where on it stands A wonderful … Continue reading →

At 158 metres above Avalon It be Overlooking the marshes A long history Imagine if you will my Dears For many years before It was raised above a wooden church And has stood the test for sure Once an earthquake … Continue reading →

Just prior to sunset Such superiority As a consequence of night arriving The bedrock of humanity The great arch there in prominence Aligned to the sun A crucial moment fatefully Instinctively a run Of golden orbs of topaz Of old … Continue reading →

An edifice of historic virtue St Michael’s Tower A rampant gift Standing almost solitary Given glastonbury a lift High up on the greenest Tor Mingling with the sky Of many many colours A dream fest from on high

As a disabled driver who visits the TOR Who loves the outward magic How can one ignore The chalice Gardens mysteries The wonderful White Spring St Michael’s Tower and the history Really does it bring Such a lack of empathy … Continue reading →

The Tor feeling gentle Looks marvellous today The suns golden halo Lifts me , away, I float Every confidence in the cold air It’s brisk and exciting Just wanting to share The wintry wonderland With everyone there

What we see before us a landscape so beautiful The great Tor and St Michael’s Tower Water spreads over the far away levels Spectacularly every hour Changing as Winter’s light sparkles A great positivity now

How dramatic the landscape A magical stare A wizened old tree It’s branches doth share A peculiar artistry And ST Michaels Tower On top of the TOR Bound to empower Glastonbury At this ungodly hour

A will ’o the wisp or a ghostie perhaps 1 of those monks from St Michael’s tower From long long ago where the rituals once played Out me thinks could have been at a true witching hour The TOR all … Continue reading →

A tumultuous moment Cometh I ask Alone on the Tor No where 2bask A sky of disaster Ugly it felt Looking back to the levels A nightmare was dealt An icy blanket crept closer too Enveloping spirit And what did … Continue reading →